Song of Solomon 8:5-11

⁵Who is this that cometh up from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I raised thee up: there thy mother was corrupted, there she was defloured that bore thee.

⁶Put me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy as hard as hell, the lamps thereof are fire and flames.

⁷Many waters cannot quench charity, neither can the floods drown it: if a man should give all the substance of his house for love, he shall despise it as nothing.

⁸Our sister is little, and hath no breasts. What shall we do to our sister in the day when she is to be spoken to?

⁹If she be a wall: let us build upon it bulwarks of silver: if she be a door, let us join it together with boards or cedar.

¹⁰I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace.

¹¹The peaceable had a vineyard, in that which hath people: he let out the same to keepers, every man bringeth for the fruit thereof a thousand pieces of silver.